For Our Comrade:A Commentary on Triumph Through the Storm

By Dhabessa Wakjira

Sometimes, the most profound stories of triumph are not told on public stages or captured in headlines. They are whispered in quiet prayers of gratitude, wrapped in the simple, seismic words: “You made it.”

A recent, poignant social media tribute captured this essence perfectly. Dedicated to a brother named Masfin Ittaanaa on his child birthday, it read: “Haadhoo koo, Masfin Ittaanaa, baga Waaqayyo guyyaa kanaan si gahe; rakkoo fi dararaa san keessa dabartee guyyaa gammachuu kana gahuu keetti hedduun gammade. Waaqayyo haa galatoomu!”

Translated, it is a powerful ode: “My brother, Masfin Ittaanaa, thank God you have reached this day; having passed through that hardship and pain to arrive at this day of joy, I am so happy. Thank God!”

This is more than a birthday wish. It is a testimony. It is a eulogy for struggles endured and a celebration of survival won. In its brevity, it lays bare a universal truth about the lives of countless brothers and sisters, particularly those who have navigated the turbulent waters of displacement, conflict, or profound personal sacrifice.

The message does not name the “rakkoo fi dararaa” – the hardship and pain. It doesn’t need to. Their shadow is present in the brilliant light of the joy that followed. This intentional silence is respectful; it acknowledges that some battles are too sacred, too deeply carved into a person’s soul, to be itemized for public consumption. What matters is the outcome: he passed through. The imagery is not of avoiding the storm, but of walking directly through its core and emerging, scarred but standing, on the other side.

This reframes the celebration. The joy of the day is not merely the marking of another year, but the honoring of a journey. The birthday becomes a monument to resilience. Every laugh shared, every bite of cake, every gathered family member is a victory flag planted on the hard-won ground of survival.

And at the heart of it all is the child, witnessing. “Hedduun gammade” – “I am so happy.” This happiness is layered with relief, awe, and a depth of love that only comes from having seen the cost. It is the happiness of a witness who understands the price paid for the peace they now enjoy.

Finally, the closing prayer, “Waaqayyo haa galatoomu!” – “Thank God!” – roots this personal triumph in a larger frame of grace and faith. It speaks to a worldview where survival is not solely an individual’s toughness but also a manifestation of divine favor or ancestral strength, a shared burden and a shared deliverance.

In our culture of highlighting only the polished, perfect outcomes—the success without the struggle—this tribute is a necessary correction. It honors the process as much as the result. It reminds us that the most deserving celebrations are often for those who have weathered silent storms.

So, to all the Masfin’s, the brother and father who have dabarte—passed through—we offer more than birthday greetings. We offer our deepest recognition. Your joy is not a simple emotion; it is a testament. Your survival is our inheritance. And your arrival at this day, against all odds, is perhaps one of the most powerful definitions of victory we will ever know.

Galatoomaa. Waaqayyo haa galatoomu.